Title: Luck is Subjective

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Hopes

Characters/Pairing: Yuri Leclerc/Ashe Ubert

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: Not mine, anything mentioned here by name isn't mine

Warnings: Spoilers for the Azure Gleam route. Some ott comical descriptions of violence?

Notes: Takes place after Azure Gleam. Written for hc_bingo, the prompt is "shipwrecked."

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“Let me try casting Heal again,” Yuri insisted, hands already hovering over Ashe’s ugly gash on his right leg. “If I focus, I bet that I can—”

“Yuri, you did what you could,” Ashe insisted back, leaning against a rock. What remained of their sailing boat was about a meter behind him. “Even the Lord of the Underworld has his limits. Besides, it’s hardly life-threatening.” Ashe huffed. “It’s just annoying. If my leg wasn’t messed up, I could run for help.”

And Yuri wasn’t going to leave an injured Ashe alone even if the war with the Empire was wrapping up. So, they would have to wait until Dedue was going to stop by and gather the fish that they had promised to get while they were out exploring/dating.

Yuri was regretting cajoling Ashe into leaving the horses behind today. Congested sinuses were infinitely preferable to seeing your boyfriend hurt and shipwrecked. Yeah, Ashe said he was fine, but Count Bergliez could have literally ripped Ashe’s head from his body during the worst of the war and Ashe would ensure everyone that he was okay, just ignore the blood spurting from his neck. And okay, that imagery was a little morbid, but Yuri was in a morbid mood. His mother had taken a turn for the worse but insisted that he enjoy the newfound peace rather than ‘waste your time looking at my face.’ Except Yuri wasn’t sure how long this peace would last with the Empire imploding and Archbishop Rhea currently in a war of words with now King Claude of the newly-minted Federation.

So, he did what anyone with zero control over the situation would do. He took his boyfriend out to enjoy the unseasonably warm weather. Except then a giant, glowing fish (what the hell) had attacked their boat. Ashe had hurt his leg swimming Yuri to safety. And now here they were, clad in naught but their small clothes as their garments dried in the afternoon sun. Once again, the Goddess was demonstrating what little control he had over anything. He couldn’t even keep the people he loved safe.

When the purple shadow appeared again near the lake’s edge, Yuri’s blood burned. He threw a quick fire spell at the shadow, which disappeared. “Yeah, you better run! Next time I see you, I’m making you into stew!” He would have gone into detail about said stew if Ashe hadn’t erupted into laughter at that moment.

Yuri scowled. “And what amuses you so concerning the situation?”

“I’m sorry,” Ashe managed somehow. “I just—I’m sure the fish is terrified of the guy screaming in his small clothes—”

“The guy in his small clothes that can shoot fire.” Yuri didn’t sound quite as imposing as he wanted.

“You got me there,” Ashe conceded nonetheless, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “Hey, you know what? My satchel is waterproof. There are some medicinal herbs and dried fruit in there. I think there’s some meat jerky as well. Do you think it might still be in the wreckage?”

Yuri suspected Ashe conveniently brought that up to keep him occupied so he wouldn’t throw fireballs at fish anymore. But he was glad for a distraction, so he didn’t mind. “If it’s there, I’ll find it for you.”

The little sailing boat was a mess of splinters and metal, but Yuri was blessed with sharp eyes. He was also blessed with a boyfriend whose favorite color was royal blue and thus easy to spot. Ashe’s satchel was a little scuffed, but the contents were intact. There were herbs to patch up his injury and enough dried fruit and meat for a small dinner. Thank the Goddess for a knight who was always overprepared…

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It was getting dark, but their clothes were dry thanks to the earlier sunshine and the fire Yuri had lit. The fire also kept the encroaching chill at bay. Between that, patching up Ashe’s leg properly, and a decent enough meal, Yuri had calmed down enough to realize that he needed to apologize. “Sorry for the theatrics earlier. It can’t be easy dating a melodramatic guy like me.”

“Oh, shush.” Ashe helped himself to another piece of jerky. “Don’t apologize for having feelings. I think it’s wonderful when you feel comfortable enough to let your hair down. Besides,” and he blushed a little, “It’s kind of sexy.”

“… Really.”

“Not when you’re tossing yourself in danger!” Ashe amended hastily. “But those times when you don’t hide your real emotions? You’re so vibrant. Beautiful, even. Well, more so than usual,” he added with a smirk.

“You don’t say.” He took in Ashe. “And your leg’s feeling better?”

“Yep.”

“And Dedue won’t be here for another hour?”

“Again, yep.”

“I was hoping for a little more time,” Yuri murmured as he moved so he was hovering over Ashe, still mindful of his wound. His lips brushed against Ashe’s gently, lingering and promising more. “We’ll just have to make the best of it.”

Yuri’s luck was finally improving.

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Final notes: The evil fish is a Fódlandy! They're always causing trouble, it seems. :(